The silence afterward stretched painfully. Eventually we got back on the bike and the search continued.
Nothing changed and nothing improved.
By sunset everyone returned to the clubhouse empty handed.
No Finn, no leads, no sightings. Nothing.
The atmosphere inside the clubhouse felt heavier than I had ever experienced because even the loudest members barely spoke.
People were scared but they weren’t admitting it.
Later that night I escaped to the apartment because I needed distance from everyone. Including Drake. Especially Drake.
The apartment felt unusually quiet. So I sat on the couch staring at nothing while exhaustion settled into every muscle.
So I went to have a shower and then I got dressed into some clean clothes before I went back to the living room.
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